The 4yo has a little figurine that’s supposed to be Noah. He came in a set with an ark and some other stuff. He’s elderly and white.
Today, the 4yo brought Noah with us on the ride to school. And he was happily chattering away to Noah in the back of the van, when suddenly I caught a snippet and felt compelled to interrupt.
4yo: “And the parents killed people.”
Me: “WHAT???”
4yo: “I said, the parents killed people.”
Me [racing in my head to think, I can't say parents don't kill people, because sometimes they do. But heaven forbid, does he think that's normal? What the hell am I supposed to say??]: “Well, let’s hope not!” [and thinking, that sounded lame.]
4yo: “God is going to kill them.”
Me: “Now, I know that God does not kill people.”
4yo, in his most exasperated tone: “Mom, it’s just a story.”
He then proceeded with several minutes of what God does and doesn’t like. For the record, God likes mommies, daddies, babies, boys named with the 4yo’s name, trees, ladders and houses. God does NOT like older sisters, motorcycles or steps.
You heard it here first.
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How funny! Thank goodness I’m not an older sister, motorcycle, or a step. But what if I stepped on some older sister’s motorcycle? How would God feel about that? Maybe a better question is how would the 4 YO feel about that?